When Qingshan first became a saint, he actually had less than one star, and at most half a star. After absorbing ten world origins, he rose to one star saint.

The group you just saw were all one-star saints, and none of them were two-star.

The power of the punch you just now is basically about two stars..."

The chess saint gave Tang Sanzang a popular science story.

Only then did Tang Sanzang realize that the saints were actually divided into grades, but the saints' strength level was too big. The difference between one star was directly a difference between heaven and earth.

Tang Sanzang asked: "How are the strengths of the Three Emperors, Ten Emperors, and Nine God Kings you mentioned?"

The chess saint shook his head and said, "I don't know that the rules of chaos are also chaotic disorder, and they cannot be calculated at will as much as they do in the world.

It is even more impossible to see the star-level strength of other saints at a glance.

This is also the reason why everyone is usually honest and doesn't cause trouble at will.

Because no one knows what kind of star rating and character the saint he met is.

But there are ways to distinguish between strength and weakness.”

"How to divide it?" Qingshan asked, and Qinse and Zhu Gangli also came over to listen. Qingshan and Qinse were both new saints and did not understand the rules of the saints at all.

Not to mention Zhu Gangli, as a snack, there is no sense of existence except curiosity.

The chess saint said: "It's very simple, look at the other person's world!

As we all know, the more Chaos goes up, the thinner the Chaos aura becomes, and the more you go down, the thicker the Chaos aura becomes.

The further down, the greater the pressure, and the higher the density of the chaotic energy.

A strong person can bury his world deeper, bear stronger pressure, absorb more chaotic energy, and accelerate his practice.

Therefore, one of our methods of star division is the depth of the world.

Taking the position we are standing now as the base line, the base line will add one star every ten thousand miles deeper, and so on.

Therefore, as long as you know how deep the other person's world is, you can judge the other person's approximate strength.

Unfortunately, no one has seen the world of the Three Emperors, Ten Emperors and Nine Gods.

There was once an eight-star master who wanted to find him, but he was almost crushed to death by the pressure of chaos and could not find the world of those people.

Everyone guesses that they are the weakest and the Nine-Star Saint!"

"hiss!"

Qingshan and others took a breath, thinking that their master killed dozens of saints with one punch, which was definitely the best among saints. Now, when they heard it, their hearts were suddenly cold. They felt that the saints they thought were invincible, but they were just ants among saints!

And the awesome master in their eyes has already been angry with the public and may be killed by someone tomorrow.

Suddenly, Qingshan and Qinse felt that their future seemed to be no brighter.

However, the two women had no different intentions. In their eyes, they should have died. It was Tang Sanzang who allowed their lives to continue and became saints. This kind of kindness is worthy of their life.

As for Zhu Gangli, for so long, whenever he thought he was bald, he would tell him with his fist, no!

As I have been beaten on the face for too many times, I don’t think about those things anymore. Anyway, if you follow the master, you will take advantage of those who can be beaten to death. If the master is beaten to death, then let’s die together.

Anyway, Pangu's world is about to be destroyed, and most people like him who have the mark of Pangu's world will not survive.

So, Zhu Gangli thought very clearly...

Tang Sanzang seemed very excited and eager to try: "There are also great guys, this is great! Let's go, fuck them!"

At this moment, a voice came from the chaos: "The saints in Pangu's world are so arrogant as always! Still chasing them? Do you really think I am in chaos without anyone?"

While speaking, three people walked out of the chaos.

One of the three was surrounded by lightning, one was burning with flames, and the last one was as dark as a cloud.

Seeing the three people, the chess saint immediately pulled Qingshan, Qinse and Zhu Gangli hid behind Tang Sanzang and whispered: "Master, I know these three people, the saint of Thunderstorm, the saint of Red Flame and the saint of Black Cloud. The strength of the three people is very terrifying, and it must be more than two stars..."

Tang Sanzang said oh, tilted his head and looked at the three of them and said, "You three, come together?"

boom!

A thunder thunder hit Tang Sanzang, and Tang Sanzang was directly bombarded!

The saint of Thunderstorm said irritably: "What are you pretending to be a fool? If you go together, I can beat you to death by myself!"

As the saint of Thunderstorm spoke, he turned into thunder and chased Tang Sanzang in the air. The rolling thunder blew out, and he was blasting at Tang Sanzang! A punch filled the sky with thunderstorms!

Under the two fists, the chaotic fog actually caused the rolling of thick chaotic thunder, rubbing out more chaotic divine thunders and the thunderstorm saint to bombard Tang Sanzang!

In the blink of an eye, the thunderstorm saint burst out thousands of punches, and the thunder continued to explode in Tang Sanzang's chest. Finally, the thunder fell all over the sky and directly swallowed Tang Sanzang and the thunderstorm.

Rumble...

The rolling thunder bombed in that area for half an hour before gradually stopping...

"Who won?" Qinse asked worriedly.

Zhu Gangli said confidently: "It must be our master who won!"

"Your master wins? Just that bald man?" Saint Chiyan smiled.

Zhu Gangli looked at the Chiyan Saint as if he was looking at a dead person and said, "You dare to call me a bald master, you are dead."

The Saint Chiyan seemed to hear a huge joke: "Haha... You little pig head, really have confidence in your bald master. He was beaten from beginning to end, do you think he can still win? Not only did I say he was bald, but I also said it three times, bald, bald, bald! He has the ability to hit me!"

"good!"

A loud shout suddenly came, and then the Saint Chi Yan saw a fist hitting him instantly. There was no chance of reaction. His old face was instantly deformed by the punch, his facial features were twisted to the other side, his teeth were spurted, and his nose blood was splattered, and his eyes were almost shattered out of his eye sockets!

"How is that possible?" The Saint of Chiyan screamed in disbelief.

They are all three-star saints, and Thunderstorm is the most powerful among the three-star saints. His set of boxing techniques has passed, and even the Red Flame Saint has to be resentful. As a result, the bald man is still alive and punches him!

This punch is still very painful, very painful!

But the next moment, the Saint Chiyan felt that it was no longer painful, and at the same time, his eyes were pitch black and he knew nothing.

On the other side, what the Saint Black Cloud saw was that a figure rushed out in the thunderstorm with the head of the thunderstorm, and then punched the head of the Saint Red Flame. The Saint Red Flame's head exploded inch by inch, shattered, and died tragically on the spot!

The Black Cloud Saint was so scared that he was about to explode. He turned around and wanted to run away without hesitation.

result……

boom!

A fist passed through the chest of the Black Cloud Saint, and his big hand grabbed his heart!
Chapter completed!